Paper.

Abstract. My attempt to hone the feeling I was currently experiencing. I started using a metaphor for Pencils/Paper and I just ran with it I guess. IDRK. Context: A couple years ago I was depressed!

My prose brings life, my life, into a sphere that’s mine.

One year, erased by time.

 Rubber marks smear soul away.

Stenciling grievance into my own flesh.

My prose brings death, my death, into a world that’s owned.

Whole year, felt dense, my bones.

Aching to loan my dome.

My shape is flawed, my own sheet’s mesh.

My prose brings life, my life, into a realm my own.

Grounding thoughts ink me divine.

Stunted graphite sparks… decay.

Carve my spirit on display.

My words death, I write to sign.

Imprinted days were born to shine.

Create your piece, redraft today.

Create your peace, redrafting binds.

Author's Note

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